Over To You

Geoff had many reasons to regret his outburst at the breakfast table that morning. Which was the worst part of the outcome had been open to debate, but here in this moment, he knew.

It wasn't so much the fire in his bottom invoked by his wife's long and hard warm-up slippering - although that was bad enough, especially considering what was to come.

It wasn't so much the fact that before that he'd had to take off every stitch of clothing in front of her visiting mother, Helen, even "those cute little-boy underpants" - although that was a humiliation straight out of his worst anxiety dreams.

It wasn't even the cruel glittering in Helen's eyes as she invited him over her lap for the "main event" with her polished hairbrush - although her eagerness seemed to promise the hiding of his life.

No.

What bothered Geoff the most was his involuntary erection. He often developed one while being spanked by Annie, but he was dismayed to find the effect undiminished by having Annie spank him in front of her domineering and oddly alluring mother.

Geoff had managed, more-or-less, to cover his crotch while he clambered awkwardly off Annie's knee. Now, however, he was sure he was going to have to move his hands - even if Helen didn't make him do it, which it seemed likely she would.

And then she would see, and that would be that. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

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Yes, it has been more than six years. No, I'm not dead! :)

Of course it hardly makes up for such a long absence, but I'm posting two separate images today.

The first one is a cover for an imaginary Men's Adventure magazine, inspired by similar publications that had their heyday during the fifties and sixties. Those vintage magazines often featured drawings of scantily clad damsels being tied up or threatened or tortured, and sometimes all three at once. The women's fiendish abusers were typically Nazis or crudely stereotypical East Asian villains. In the background of many of the artworks, a burly male Caucasian hero was shown about to effect a rescue. It was all terribly predictable, and very much of its time.

Occasionally the victim in these pictures would instead be a man, and his tormentor a woman - but I don't recall ever seeing one in which the rough-and-ready rescuers were female. And that, dear visitors, is where we come in - because we have a serious thing for assertive and powerful Amazonian women, don't we? We don't just want them to cruelly punish us. We want them to carry us, naked and helpless, out of captivity. And then we want them to celebrate by having wild, passionate sex - not with us, but with each other.

Ok, it's still pretty sordid. But at least it's not racist.

Now, if I were to make wholly inadequate excuses as to why it's taken literally years to post this new work, they might sound something like this...

When I'd nearly completed the cover art way back when, I showed it to my girlfriend and asked what she thought was happening in the picture. I was a little dismayed to find that her interpretation was quite different from what I'd intended. Since I've always prided myself on telling a bit of a story with my artwork, I decided I'd better go back to the drawing board and produce some additional illustrations for a page of the story itself, to give the cover image some more context. Of course, mainly due to my glacial working pace, that took forever.

Anyway, here we are, finally.

To view the pictures at a decent size, you may find you need to click on one, then right-click the popup version and choose to open it in a new tab. If you have any issues, do give me a shout and I'll be happy to assist.

As far as I know, none of those old pulpy magazines from decades ago were called "Men in Peril" - but my imaginary one is. I hope you enjoy this view of it.